#They're just having fun

[yuukirita]

Look guys, they're having a great ol' time!

Nothing bad happened. what do u mean?

[mine-loves]

Trigun Stampede | s01e01

"What rope?" ~ ☆

[bow-of-aros]

Playing with Fire

Charles is a little gremlin with golden retriever energy and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.

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“Come any closer and I will end you.”

The severity of that statement was acutely undermined by the wobbly grin forcing its way across Edwin’s face and the fact that he was effectively hiding behind his desk.

The reason for that stood across from him.

Charles had been in something of a mood all day. He was restless and twitchy and there wasn’t anything to do that scratched the persistant itch in the back of his mind. When he’d tried to open a book, his eyes glazed over as he reread the same paragraph five times without absorbing any of it. He’d quickly grown bored of walking the streets outsideand the few different board games he’d tried couldn’t hold his attention for long.

And Edwin was ignoring him.

Okay, well, not exactly ignoring. But it was close enough!

After those first few attempts at board games, Edwin had told Charles that he could occupy himself as he had work to do. And he’d done exactly that, leaving Charles to his own, clearly ineffective, devices.

He’d been in and out of the office several times at this point, so Edwin didn’t even lift his head as Charles phased through the door and collapsed onto the couch. He flipped over so that his legs were up against the wall and his head was hanging off the seat, watching whatever task that Edwin thought was sooooooo important.

He was reorganizing the bookshelf. Again.

This happens about once a week, and it always follows the same pattern: Edwin decides that the current arrangement of novels and spellbooks and whatnot isn’t efficient enough, so he changes it. Sometimes he changes it by author, sometimes by topic, one memorable time he organized them by colour after Charles spent too long pulling out red books when looking for a green one.

These new arrangements last maybe an hour, sometimes a little more if Edwin is particularly diligent about not looking at the bookshelf, before he puts everything back exactly how it was.

Charles couldn’t think of a less productive, and more boring way for Edwin to spend his time.

It was a good thing that Edwin had his back to Charles, because then he couldn’t see the mischevious gring that slid into place as he silently righted himself on the couch and got to his feet.

At least, Charles though that it was a good thing. Someone needed to help Edwin loosen up and relax because he definitely wasn’t going to do it himself.

Edwin might disagree.

As Charles drew closer, he could hear Edwin mumbling to himself, trying to decide whether Mary Westmacott should go under W, for obvious reasons, or under C as it was a pseudonym for Agatha Christie.

Charles waited until he’d decided on C, just as he knew he would, and raised his arms to begin shelving them.

Immediately, Charles goosed his friend’s side, causing him to drop the book with a loud THUD and whirl around to face him. Whatever reprimand Edwin had been preparing died on the tip of his tongue as he caught sight of the look on Charles’ face. He was grinning brightly, eyebrows slightly raised and eyes dancing with a devious light.

Edwin knew that look. That look always meant nothing but trouble for him.

So, he did what any self-respecting detective would have done in the face of their restless best friend aching for some mischief, and ran.

It was by some sort of unspoken agreement that he didn’t try and leave the office. He figured that Charles needed to burn off some energy, and this would be the best way to do it.

Also, it was a little thrilling to be chased just for the fun of it. There would be no doll-spider ripping him limbs apart if he was caught, just the soft smile and warm hands of the person he trusted most in this world.

While Edwin was faster by half, there wasn’t exactly much room in the office, which is how he found himself in his current predicament: Trapped between the desk and the wall, Charles blocking his only escape unless he felt like phasing through a wall and falling a few stories.

Which he didn’t, just to be clear.

Charles laughed at his threat, nearling bouncing in his excitement, “End me? Don’t know if you noticed mate, but we’re ghosts. There’s not much left to end.”

He faked a lunge to one side, laughing again when Edwin jolted in the other direction, “You know what I- ah,” he stutters when Charles raises his hands to wiggle his fingers teasingly, “What I mean,” he finishes lamely.

“Oh yeah?” Edwin feels as though his heart may burst at the sheer delight on Charles’ face right now, “And what do you mean?”

His smile is bordering on dangerous, so Edwin knows that he only has one final shot at this, “What I mean is that you are playing with fire and I am going to make you thoroughly regret this.”

The brief flash of nervousness that flickers across Charles’ expression is quickly replaced by a determined grin and Edwin know’s that he’s done for.

“Well then,” Charles says, “Suppose I should make the most of this then, shouldn’t I?”

And then he lunges through the desk, sending Edwin toppling back with an unbecoming shriek.

Charles catches him by the wrist and spins him around so that his back is pulled flush against Charles’ chest. He wastes no time in kneading into Edwin’s sides, and amidst his cackling he can’t help but think that now at least he has something else to blame his red face on.

Edwin folds over helplessly at the waist, his knees buckling in their attempts to fold up and protect him. Except, he doesn’t fall down like he expected.

Instead, Charles holds him up, he somehow manages to lift what is nearly Edwin’s complete weight, while still reducing him to an incoherent mess.

“Unfair! This is unfahahahair! Charles!” He knows that he’s a ghost, but Edwin feels as though he may die if Charles doesn’t move right the hell now.

Charles seems to take the hint, although he’s not quite sure if that’s a good thing, as he says, “Oh, really? You think that’s unfair? Well how about this!”

His hands still, which is a relief, but it is quickly followed by lips attaching to his neck and blowing what may be the most unbearable raspberry Edwin’s ever felt in both life and death. He doesn’t scream, but it’s a near thing as he falls back into frantic laughter.

Charles repeats that a few more times before gently lowering him to the floor, allowing him to suck in greedy breaths of air that he really doesn’t need.

When he looks up, the look on Charles’ face is so fond and so happy that Edwin almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.

Almost.

He draws himself up, dusts off his shoulders, and says, “You have five seconds to run.”

Edwin will hold the look of gleeful terror he saw before Charles bolted very close to his heart for years to come.

But, for now, there’s energy to be burned, and revenge to be had.

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You can find the continuation to this fic here!

[thanks-obillma]

*blasts 2010s dance music*

[drama-glob]

Cutscenes #44: Have at Thee!

Mini-Max and Heathcliff have a little sparring match.

Once Mini-Max gave a satisfied sigh after his stretch, he then prepared his attack stance with his arms held up and loudly asked, “Ready to do battle with someone much smaller than yourself, righteous friend?”

“Always ready good sir,” Heathcliff responded with a smirk as he stood waiting on the robot.

Nobody so much as twitched for almost 10seconds when Mini-Max let out his battle cry and activated his tiny thrusters, charging straight first at the butler. When he was within inches of his target, Heathcliff suddenly sidestepped to safety, leaving the surprised hero punching nothing but air as he quickly turned back to try again. Mini-Max attempted three more times to at least make contact with the other, but the retired spy’s only concern was swiftly dodging rather make any offensive attacks.

“This is quite the frustrating quandary you are putting me in. I was single-handedly able to subdue five member of Big Hero 6, and yet you prove vastly more elusive; then again, I did have mechanical and chemical assistance in their capture,” Mini-Max wondered out loud as he put a hand to his nonexistent chin, apparently now realizing that key fact.

Here is the link on AO3:

[kuroharukawada]

Weeeeee

[naturestarstruck]

Axl hearing X and Zero "playing pound and play" at night be like:

Axl: ..... I got to get my own place. 😑

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

eeeeeeeeeee this one was just from today, they did god gave rock and roll to you

[oni-official]

Go To Pick-Up Lines! Go!!

Log #8813: Recording Answers To Questions Submitted on Blog

Midas: Oh, okay, here's one. Pickup lines, go.

Director: Well, this is going to be interesting.

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Midas: Walk into the club, I'm lookin' to do some PR.

AD: Oh my god.

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AD: LOCAL UNITS. ALL UN- *cracks up*

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Director: I mean, just roll up and press X, right? Ey? Eyy?

Director: you two like getting paid, right?

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Midas: There's... there's definitely something we can do with "the Flood", gimme a sec...

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AD: Reclaimer? I hardly know 'er!

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Director: Tsk... damn, I must've walked into the wrong workplace cuz all I'm seeing is U.N.I. - There's, uh, there's also a "U.N.I,C?" variant of that one, heh.

[princesslocket]

Merry Christmas @tsu-pengu 🎁

It was a pleasure getting to draw for you in this year's secret sakka! All of your ships & prompts were lovely btw! I hope you enjoy the holidays and have an extremely lovely day ✨️

Here's a big thank you as well to @ina11secretsakka2022 for hosting this year's gift exchange 🌺

[noxianwilled]

katarina and draven would be soooo chaotic on missions together. draven is showing off katarina is making it needlessly dangerous because it's fun. they're both doing impulsive shit certain it'll work out and not explaining because they just expect the other to keep up (they always do). almost get themselves killed 1598161651849849513165498484 times.

besties with no sense of self-preservation

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[qiinamii]

we'll do fine.

[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.

[akanemnon]

Turns out this new Dark World is paid DLC

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